in an earlier post, i mentioned how seeing cirque du soleil's tents every morning on the way to work brought back fond old memories...but lately something's been bugging me. i couldn't figure it out at first, i mean, memories of cirque's gradual upbringing and emergence into the mainstream are good things right? but for some peculiar reason, something about this summer's presentation of "Quidam" gave me the creeps! at first i thought maybe i was just being paranoid u know, like exaggerated childhood memories n stuff? like the time their pet tigers took away my sandwich, or the time when the monkey tried to steal my candy when i was performing...but no, those incidents weren't that bad...what was it? the question really bugged me; where were these bad feelings/memories coming from? it was driving me nuts, i mean how could anybody not love the circus? why was i feeling spooked?
the answer finally came to me last night. i was on my way home when i happened to see one of the Quidam promo posters:
now when u look at it, the clown's just a "little" bit scary, but no big deal right? but then it hit me...the Flashback!
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...*shudder*...it all makes sense now...he's come back to get me!!!